Not bringing along an umbrella because you think it would be "better not to know" tomorrow's weather
If it's a rain of tears, I replaced them with overly-kind lies

That fragment of the sky, shut away in a box,
It won't fit in the puzzle of the future
The infinite inferences are spewing out noise
Logic that not even God can lead astray
Towards that promised place

We still don't understand the cosmos, opening the gate of Zero
All shall turn to dust, and be restored
In that case, I'll connect that consciousness that seemed like it was going to cut out too.
At that hour, in that place, your "time" will begin once again

The precious memory is erased by another theoretical formula
The horizon of phenomenon and even the entire universe, they were all overwritten

That fragment of love that was shut away in a box
It's too close, too far away, at the far end of the dimension
The process of modification is extremely innocent
Fiction that not even God can lead astray
Towards that promised place

Very soon, the needle of the clock will resound, and the gate of Zero will open
Enveloped by a blinding light,
Miracles will be overwritten by destiny, overflowing with laughing voices
At that hour, in that place, your "time" will begin once again

We still don't understand the cosmos, opening the gate of Zero
All shall turn to dust, and be restored
In that case, I'll connect that consciousness that seemed like it was going to cut out too.
At that hour, in that place, your "time" will begin once again